never mentioned it to her. He only told her that so she would do things for him…things that the other girls wouldn’t do.
He reached down and rubbed himself. Why couldn’t she just leave it alone? There was no way he was going to marry a Cajun, especially una donnaccia, una prostitute. If he slapped her around a bit, it was because she needed slapping around.
He rubbed himself again, then got up to look through the crack in the doorway. That was when he saw three of De Luca’s men walking up the dock.
“Here they come,” Vizzini said.
“We should wait until after they have made their collections,” one of the others suggested.
“No,” Vizzini replied.
“Come on, think, about it, Vizzini. If we wait until after they make their collections, we can get the money.”
“Yeah,” the other man with Vizzini said. “That sounds good to me.”
Vizzini shook his head emphatically. “If we take the money, De Luca will think that’s what this was—just a robbery. He has to understand that this has nothing to do with money.”
“ Sí, ” the first said. “I agree. Questo è su onore. It is about honor.”
“Get ready,” Vizzini said.
The two men checked the loads in their shotguns, then looked up at Vizzini and nodded that they were ready.
Vizzini went back to the crack in the door, watching as the three men approached.
“You are crazy,” one of the three men said, laughing. “A whore is much better than a girlfriend. A whore will do just what you tell her to do.”
“But you must pay for it,” another said.
“You think you do not pay for it with a girlfriend? She asks you to do this and you do it. She asks you to do that, you do it. No, my friend. You must pay for it, whether it is a whore or a girlfriend. And with a whore, there are no surprises.”
The three men laughed.
Suddenly the door of the warehouse was thrown open, and Vizzini and the two men with him stepped out into the open. All three were carrying shotguns.
“ Cosa è questo? ” one of De Luca’s three men shouted. “What is this?”
Vizzini and the two men with him opened fire, dealing out death as they stood there, firing from point-blank range at De Luca’s men.
There were several dock workers in the area and when the first shot was fired, they added their own screams and shoutsto the bedlam as they started running in a mad dash to get out of the way. Some dived for the ground, others ran for cover.
All three of De Luca’s men went down, but the firing continued, because as soon as the shotguns were emptied, Vizzini and his men drew their pistols and started firing at the bodies on the ground.
Finally the firing stopped and Vizzini looked down at the three men. One was on his back with a shotgun blast to his chest and another to the side of his head. His face was laced with rivulets of blood.
The other two were lying in a spreading pool of blood.
“Let’s go,” Vizzini said.
The three men walked away from the riverfront, unchallenged by anyone who remained.
“Tangeleno did this?” De Luca asked Hennesy when the police commissioner brought him the news of the riverfront massacre. “Tangeleno is the one who did the shooting down at the riverfront?”
“Yes,” Hennesy said.
“But why?” De Luca asked. “Why would Tangeleno kill three of my men?”
“Because he thinks you killed three of his men,” Hennesy said.
“ Quello è matto! That’s crazy! I didn’t kill those men,” De Luca said.
“If you didn’t kill them, who did?” Hennesy asked.
“How the hell would I know?” De Luca snapped back. “I’m not the police here. You are.”
“Is it true, what I have heard, that Tangeleno offered to take care of the man who shot Rosario Meli?” Hennesy asked.
“Yes,” De Luca replied. “But he was just making a big show. I don’t need nor do I want him to fight my battles forme. I know who shot Meli, and I can take care of him anytime I want. The only reason I haven’t done it is
He reached down and rubbed himself. Why couldn’t she just leave it alone? There was no way he was going to marry a Cajun, especially una donnaccia, una prostitute. If he slapped her around a bit, it was because she needed slapping around.
He rubbed himself again, then got up to look through the crack in the doorway. That was when he saw three of De Luca’s men walking up the dock.
“Here they come,” Vizzini said.
“We should wait until after they have made their collections,” one of the others suggested.
“No,” Vizzini replied.
“Come on, think, about it, Vizzini. If we wait until after they make their collections, we can get the money.”
“Yeah,” the other man with Vizzini said. “That sounds good to me.”
Vizzini shook his head emphatically. “If we take the money, De Luca will think that’s what this was—just a robbery. He has to understand that this has nothing to do with money.”
“ Sí, ” the first said. “I agree. Questo è su onore. It is about honor.”
“Get ready,” Vizzini said.
The two men checked the loads in their shotguns, then looked up at Vizzini and nodded that they were ready.
Vizzini went back to the crack in the door, watching as the three men approached.
“You are crazy,” one of the three men said, laughing. “A whore is much better than a girlfriend. A whore will do just what you tell her to do.”
“But you must pay for it,” another said.
“You think you do not pay for it with a girlfriend? She asks you to do this and you do it. She asks you to do that, you do it. No, my friend. You must pay for it, whether it is a whore or a girlfriend. And with a whore, there are no surprises.”
The three men laughed.
Suddenly the door of the warehouse was thrown open, and Vizzini and the two men with him stepped out into the open. All three were carrying shotguns.
“ Cosa è questo? ” one of De Luca’s three men shouted. “What is this?”
Vizzini and the two men with him opened fire, dealing out death as they stood there, firing from point-blank range at De Luca’s men.
There were several dock workers in the area and when the first shot was fired, they added their own screams and shoutsto the bedlam as they started running in a mad dash to get out of the way. Some dived for the ground, others ran for cover.
All three of De Luca’s men went down, but the firing continued, because as soon as the shotguns were emptied, Vizzini and his men drew their pistols and started firing at the bodies on the ground.
Finally the firing stopped and Vizzini looked down at the three men. One was on his back with a shotgun blast to his chest and another to the side of his head. His face was laced with rivulets of blood.
The other two were lying in a spreading pool of blood.
“Let’s go,” Vizzini said.
The three men walked away from the riverfront, unchallenged by anyone who remained.
“Tangeleno did this?” De Luca asked Hennesy when the police commissioner brought him the news of the riverfront massacre. “Tangeleno is the one who did the shooting down at the riverfront?”
“Yes,” Hennesy said.
“But why?” De Luca asked. “Why would Tangeleno kill three of my men?”
“Because he thinks you killed three of his men,” Hennesy said.
“ Quello è matto! That’s crazy! I didn’t kill those men,” De Luca said.
“If you didn’t kill them, who did?” Hennesy asked.
“How the hell would I know?” De Luca snapped back. “I’m not the police here. You are.”
“Is it true, what I have heard, that Tangeleno offered to take care of the man who shot Rosario Meli?” Hennesy asked.
“Yes,” De Luca replied. “But he was just making a big show. I don’t need nor do I want him to fight my battles forme. I know who shot Meli, and I can take care of him anytime I want. The only reason I haven’t done it is
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